My fingers start to crumble
My spine is decomposing
A stream of burning maggots
Running down my throat
My skin is talking at me
But I don't know the language
If only I could die
I would have a reason... to stay alive
Find a way out
Find a way - got to get away
Find a way out - I've got to break out
I'll find a way
My lungs are filled with poison
There's acid in my veins
My flesh is slowly melting
My tendons are like chains
The taste of filthy earth
Penetrates my tongue
If only I could die
I would have a reason... to stay alive
Find a way out
Find a way - got to get away
Find a way out - I've got to break out
I'll find a way
Mind-bending bliss, raping my soul
Swallowing existence in a dirty sucking hole
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by Dickinson ([email protected])
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